For the send you a number prompts… 6 + 49
An anon also requested #6 so I hope you both enjoy!
6. “Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?”
49. “Well this is awkward…”
“Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?”
Katniss opened her eyes blearily to look at her surroundings. Blue walls…a Stanford flag on the opposite wall…and a man standing in the open doorway.
She sat up, not bothering to cover up. If he already saw her in the buff, it mattered little. She was twenty-one, her tits were perky and her ass was tight.
This was as good as things were going to get, so she might as well show it.
“Well, this is awkward…but we didn’t,” the man explained. “You were obviously inebriated and somehow found your way here. I’ve been there and I’d like to not call the cops on you. So, why don’t we start with your name.”
Katniss met his eyes squarely, holding her hand out. “Katniss Everdeen.”
The man nodded, not bothering to move from his spot. “Peeta Mellark.”
“Last night was my twenty-first birthday,” she began. “And, my friends took me out to a new lounge in the Capitol.” Katniss looked to the man. “Did I meet you there?”
“No. I was not actually here last night. Also—” Peeta quickly went to his drawer, pulling out a shirt, and handing it to her. “—I appreciate the female body like any hot-blooded heterosexual man, but the tits are distracting.”
She snorted in laughter. “My apologies that the boob to areola ratio is bothersome.”
“No, they’re good…I mean, I’m not looking but…” Peeta took a deep breath and met her eyes, his complexion pink. “Okay. Keep going.”
“And, we were dancing…and we were having shots…” Katniss tried to recall the next part, but the memory was a blur. “…I think my friend Gale got into a fight about someone making a move on Madge—”
“No, but they’ve been eye-fucking each other since we were kids,” she replied to his amusement. “Then Delly, my other friend, started dancing on the bar…”
“And where were you in all of this?”
“Uh…” Katniss recalled the feeling of the night wind hitting her bare skin. “…I think I went outside.” She searched her mind. “I wanted to go home.”
Peeta looked around the room before reaching down to find her slinky red gown and cropped blazer. Digging into the pocket of her blazer, he pulled out her ID, a credit card, and a receipt.
“Looks like you paid for a taxi…” He looked at her ID, his brow furrowing. “Is this your current address? 12 District Lane?”
“Yeah. I live with my parents,” she informed him. “If I come home late, I usually climb the tree next to the window to get inside.” Her eyes went to his open window where—of course because this wasn’t humiliating enough—a tree stood, identical to hers. She had also managed to knock down everything on the table next to the window. “Sorry about the mess.”
Peeta gave her a small smile. “It’s alright. You were at least close to your destination.”
“This is 14 District Lane,” he replied. “I’m your new neighbor.”
Katniss nodded slowly. “As if I haven’t embarrassed myself enough.” She sat back against his pillows. “All part of the welcome wagon—one drunk girl, climbing into your window and stripping herself naked—and fuck, I’m so sorry.”
She gave Peeta a onceover. He was handsome, that was for damn sure; thick blond hair short at its side and brushed back at the top…sharp blue eyes…a fit, broad body from what she could see through his t-shirt and fitted jeans…
Also, his smile was nice—kind, even—and Katniss knew that there was nothing to fear.
“How about I pretend this never happened and you go home,” he suggested. “Through the front door.”
Katniss nodded as she sat up to gather her things. The dress and the blazer were gathered at the corner of his bed and her heels were on the carpet below her; she hadn’t bothered with a bra—but the panties…
“I don’t see my panties,” she told him and gave him a cheeky grin. “So, if you find them—finders keepers.”
“Or you could come back,” Peeta suggested as they stepped out into his hallway. “And we can talk after you find them.”
They walked down the stairs and Katniss looked around the still bare house.
He literally did just move in—she was making a fabulous impression about the neighborhood.
She turned to him as they stepped onto the main floor. “You live here alone?”
“Yes. I’m starting a new job in the Fall,” he informed her, opening the door.
Katniss stepped out onto the porch, barefoot and in his t-shirt, and looked to her right.
“And, there is my house.” She threw her arms up in exasperation. “Of course!”
Peeta laughed. “You’re going to be an interesting neighbor.”
“I’ll be back to collect my panties,” she said as she stepped down onto his walkway. “By the way, how old are you?”
Peeta looked to her curiously. “Why?”
“I have an age bar on the guys that I’m interested in.”
“And where does the bar end?”
Katniss tilted her head, giving him a smile. “Depends on how old you are.”
She stepped towards him, her eyes meeting his boldly.
“The bar ends at twenty-eight then.”
His hand reached to tuck a loose wave behind her ear and Katniss shivered at the sensation rushing through her.
“Get home safe, Katniss.”
“I’ll see you around, Peeta.”
She didn’t bother to mention that her panties were tucked in-between his pillows.
*There’s a whole other story after that I have in this universe and it has to do with Peeta’s job.
